Loneliness.

By Scarlett Treat I lean myself against the Empty, transparent windowpane, Looking, looking. My staring eyes watch my own image, But it slowly becomes your face. My uncharted breath On the clear glass windowpane Slowly melts rivers of water, And my fingers draw Your name. My mind recoiles From the longing thoughts, My moist fingers Frigid from the connection, and The desire for your love Pounds in immense silent waves Through my soul. My heart longs for you, And yet, I am still alone.